The Wrong Kind Of Love.

The Wrong Man.

Kellin.

His hands tightened in my hair as he pumped harder. A small tear escaped from my eye as I bit down on the pillow. Whimpering and begging only made him go harder. I tried to tell him no but the bruise on my cheek showed what that did. His body tensed and then he finished inside me before kissing my back and discarding me on the bed like trash. That's how I felt, that's how he made me feel.

Oli buttoned up his jeans and walked out of the bedroom nonchalantly while I lay curled up on the bed, tears streaming down my cheeks. I pulled myself up and reached for my pants which were strewn on the floor, I pulled out my phone and, after waiting for the front door to click, dialed Vic's number.

"Hey Kells" Vic's soothing voice causing a wide smile to creep across my face.

"Hey" I whispered brightly, trying to hide the tears in my voice.

"What's wrong? He did it again didn't he?" He asked softly, panic and anger clear in his tone.

"No, no, I just wanted to hear your voice" I sniffed, I could hear he wasn't fooled.

"I'll be over in five." There was no point in protesting, I could tell by his tone there was no changing his mind.

I crawled over to the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror. My cheek was now swollen and black, I knew exactly what Vic would say. I grabbed a cold flannel and held it to my cheek, wincing slightly as my hot skin touched the icy material. I had five minutes to make myself look presentable. In the medicine cabinet I knew there was a tube of concealer. I covered my pale skin liberally with the cool cream, it didn't get rid of it but it made it ten times better. A loud knock made me jump and spill the lotion all over the counter top. "Fuck! Just a minute" I yelled dabbing viciously at the tan colored stain. He rapped on the door again and I gave up with a frustrated sigh, launching the flannel in the sink.

I ran to the door, rubbing my sticky hands together trying to remove the signs of makeup. He pulled me into a tight embrace as soon as I opened the door.

"Oh Kell." He sighed, taking my face in his hands. He stroked my cheek tenderly with his thumb, then slightly harder as the makeup came away. I ducked away from him as the look of anger flashed across his face. "Where is he?" He screamed "I'll fucking kill him!" He began pacing around the room, slamming open doors. I grabbed hold of his perfect, thick, muscular arms and he calmed instantly. He pulled me back into his strong arms and nestled his chin on my hair. "Please Kellin, you need to leave him." He whispered.